#“oh people still dress up punk here”

[falldogbombsthemoon]

BEHRHFJF HRLP MY DAD JUST WRNT INTO MY ROOM

"Discovered punk?"

No dad, that's queen bitch by David bowie. Close call tho

[hoshigray]

hii love ur works 🫶🏽

can I req brat reader giving toji the WORST attitude? 💗.

*sinister laugh* Why, yes, you can, noonie! When I saw this, the first scenario that came to mind was the reader being another assassin who likes to get on Toji's nerves. So, imma stick with that!! Had to take an all-nighter to finish this up, hehe~ (no fr tho, it's 8:35 in the morning here) Thank you for loving my stuff, and enjoy~~

A/n: posting this bc I'm staling on my Geto fic since my brain has so much it wants to add...sigh. In the meantime, while I'm working on this, I figured I could drop this as an apology for pulling the fic back (~_~;) My apologies, and I hope y'all like this one! Also tysm for 1.7k followers!! Y'all are too kind and sweet, happy to be writing for you~☆ Cw: hard dom! Toji x bratty fem! reader - you and Toji are assassins on a mission together - explicit content; minors DNI - implied age gap (the reader is at least in their 20s; Toji in his mid-30s or approaching 40s, up to you) - fingering (f! receiving) - cunnilingus - sexual acts in a public place - degradation (brat, crybaby, slut, whore) - Daddy kink - reader talking smack, but Toji teaches you a lesson - tiny praise - pussydrunk! Toji - pet names (baby, doll, princess) - ends with penetration, but mostly Toji eating you out - unprotected sex (PSA: wrap it up, or get the fuck up) - overstimulation - clitoral play (pinching, pushing, and sucking) - mentions of blood. Wc: 1.8k

You recently joined the hitmen field not too long ago. Still young and new to the workforce, it wasn't the first place you figured to enter for some quick cash. But with your astute skills and abilities, no other occupation best suited you. Besides, it wasn't long before people looked past your recent addition and saw what you were made of. Not only were you good at your job, but you were climbing the ranks, swifting past your inferior subordinates.

It's nothing new, though. You were always good at what you do, better than others at what you do. Doing everything perfectly and effortlessly, that was your style. And everybody knew that.

Everybody but a particular individual. A specific man who always overshadowed you. An older man who snatched your attention the first moment he looked your way, the scar on his lip rooted up with the twinge of his lips.

"Rookies lookin' real cute these days, huh, doll?" were his first words to you. And from that day on, you did what you could to get close to him. Even if that meant irritating him.

From taking his missions to acting as a complete thorn in his side, you do whatever it takes to get Toji's attention. Especially his silent pissed off expressions, which are your favorite to see. And don't let your handler tell you that you two would be on a mission together because the teasing would be endless for the poor, experienced hitman.

Just like today, when you two are deployed to kill an old geezer and his goons for a massive sum of money, Toji goes to one side of the old warehouse to thin out the number of bodyguards and heads straight to the target's den, leaving you to the rest. But imagine his surprise when he sees the old man already dead on the chair at his desk, a stiletto pierced right through his neck, evident of his demise as a stream of crimson staining his yellow dress shirt.

And Toji notices a note left on the weapon, the familiar handwriting in pink with a kiss mark already tells him who wrote it. "Gotta be quicker than that, Grandpa ~" is what he reads in your charming voice, and it vexes him knowing you beat him to the punch.

He sees you leaning on a pallet rack when he returns to the warehouse, and you smile when you turn to him. "Well, that was fast," you play coy, stretching when standing straight up. "Took care of those punks like five minutes ago, figured I'd wait on you."

"I got your note." He wastes no time. He's so hot when he does that.

"Oh? Did ya like it~?" Your hand swiftly grabs something that came dangerously close to your temple — your stiletto. It was thrown with the knowledge that you would catch it. So serious, huh.

"Ya know, for someone callin' me a 'grandpa,' you sure act like a damn kid leavin' y'r toys everywhere."

You chuckle at his complaint. "Awww, did I hurt your big boy feelings with my little words?" You see his green eyes watch your every move as you walk up close to him. "Sorry~, not my fault you were too slow to get the final kill."

Toji raises a brow. "How'd ya get to him before me?"

You shrug with a cheeky grin. "Assassins don't tell their secrets, especially when your old head couldn't get it."

It's his turn to chortle. "Oh yeah? Ya think y'r too fast for me?"

"I wouldn't say that, just that you're too slow for me," your hands go up defensively when he takes a step forward, and you try hard to not get turned on by his well-built physique displayed by the shirt that does a terrible job hiding his features. "As a matter of fact, I bet you're slow at other things."

He takes another step forward, and before you register his next move, he already has you pinned to the pallet rack you once leaned against. His smirk grows broader while your eyes widen at the sudden shifting. "Was that too slow fr' you, princess?"

No, absolutely not. That's what you would want to say to him, his tall figure engulfing you under his presence. But you didn't want to let off that easily, your hand finding the crotch of his pants. When verdant eyes shut to the feeling of your fingers brushing against his bulge, you take the chance to say more. "Oh, that was totally too slow for me, geezer. Such a shame; I thought you'd be a lot more fun. But guess I'll have to go on to the next person who could do a better job."

"Mmm, don't start somethin' y'r not ready for, brat." His gruff voice dials to a whisper, your ears replaying the tone, making the throbbing sensation between your legs prosper. You can feel his erection, even with his pants blocking the view. "Good luck findin' someone who'd shut that pretty mouth of y'rs better than I do."

You giggle after grabbing onto his erect cock, forcing the older man to hiss and his face coming down to your level. You whisper to his ear. "And what makes you think a dumb, old, brute-for-brains like you could satisfy me? I fail to see what you're capable of, grandpa." Those were the words you chose to entice the man under your spell.

But what you really failed to see was the predicament you've gotten yourself in.

Lying on a pallet with your back, your pretty bottoms and panties now discarded to the dirty floor, you scream out to the empty warehouse. Tears and drool escape from your face, and the quiver in your legs is evidence of your body going through the absolute most right now. "Haaahh! Ahhhh!! T-Tojiii, Toji, please!! I'm—Hoooohh!!" You grab tufts of raven hair that are stationed between your legs.

The older man holds your legs up with one hand, the other nestled between your slick-coated folds as his middle and forefinger push in and out of your cunt. His tongue licks furiously on your clitoris, your cries evident of the abuse on your tender bud and vulva.

Toji removes the wet muscle and moves his fingers go an instantaneous pace, the tips of his digits scraping your walls resulting in more tears falling off your face without fail. He snickers, "Look at you; all that screamin' and hollerin' like a damn whore have you forgetting simple rules." His thumb finds your clit, pushing down on it every time his fingers are propelled inside. "What did I tell you to call me, brat?"

The unforgiving rhythm of his hand on your bare vulva has you seeing stars and choking on your spit. "I-I'm sorry, Daddy!! I didn't mean to make you mad at me!"

"You sure 'bout that?" His condescending tone matched the devilish twinge of his scarred lips. The digits doing a 'come hither' motion that has your body jerking nowhere, your legs still restrained by his firm arm pushing them to your stomach. "My 'big boy feelings' were crushed with y'r little comments, so here I am gettin' the payback I need. Was acting all high and mighty until I got my mouth on ya."

"But I said—Mmmph!! I'm sorry!" You wail out, your face hot with embarrassment and excitement. "And I already came—Oh fuck...C-Came three times!!"

"You called me names four times, so I expect you to cum one more time, you fuckin' crybaby." He replies coldly, your tears and pleas on deaf ears. "Heh, if I knew havin' my fingers in you like this would have you behavin', I woulda done it earlier. Grippin' on my 'em like a damn slut."

His fingers go faster with no smooth transition as his mouth returns to your soft button, your screams erupting from the back of your exhausted throat. Even with your voice filling the scene, you can only listen to the raunchy noises of the commotion between your thighs. It's enough for you to wish your ears burn at such lewd sounds, and your head pounding worsens the state of your already mushy brain. This is what you wanted all this time — to have the man you've been infatuated with give you the attention to so dearly strived and poked for. However, the intensity of it all was nowhere near what you had expected.

"Nnnmm!! Daddyyy," the title slurred from your mouth feels hot to the tongue, but it's the only way to address him before your punishment intensifies. You peer down to see his black hair come up, fierce emerald eyes taking in your expressions. "It's coming, gonna cum again!!"

"Yeah? Wanna come on my fingers again?" He chortles when you rapidly nod at him, pathetically desperate for your release. "Fine, cum on Daddy's fingers like the slut you are." He moves his hands to the back of your thighs and has his tongue slowly glide up your soapy chasm, tasting your wetness until he reaches your clitoris and attacks the bud more. Circling around and sucking on your precious nub prompts your orgasm to climb up, and it hits you hard when his teeth and tongue grind on your clit.

With final moans of pleasure, you experience your finish with the harsh treatment of Toji's mouth, hands purchasing his hair for faux stability. Your legs tremble with curled toes, and your body jolts with the shocks. And Toji doesn't stop until he licks the slit clean of your essence, slurping up your sensitive folds until his thirst has quenched. All you can do is submit and let him have his way with you, sucking up your fluids from your cunt to the mess of your inner thighs.

"Mmmm, fucking Christ, Y/n," you hear his mumbled curse below. "Taste so fuckin' good, baby..."

Your body soon calms down from the climax, trying to steady your breathing with even breaths. And Toji finally finishes drinking your wetness, drawing his head up to reveal his lips wet with your come, licking it and his fingers. "Bet that wasn't slow fr' ya, huh."

You meekly nod your head. "And I bet nobody's gonna make you shut you up like that, huh?" You nod again.

The smirk on his face scares you, especially when he straightens up to show his erect dick still hard and ready to be free from the tented pants. And when his cock springs out, your sweaty body runs cold immediately.

"Good," he says while bringing you close to him, arranging his cock to your wet entrance. "But we ain't done here." Complaints and pleas aren't able to enter the air because you just watch the tip of his cock bully through the lips of your chasm and enter inside you with ease. He gradually pushes his entire length into you, getting full with every inch as his girth intrudes between your tight, smooth walls.

"Keep up wit' me, baby," his eyes hone in on you, gauging your reactions before he starts moving his hips relentlessly. "because I'm about to show you what I'm really capable of."

[crispy-armpit]

✧ 𝖎'𝖒 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘 ✧

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ʀᴏᴄᴋꜱᴛᴀʀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

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⭒ 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: reminisce about your forgotten first meeting with Deimos 3 years ago. meanwhile, you've been invited to watch his concert after the previous events. (pt.2)

⭒ 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵: 𝘨𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘳𝘺, violence, implied stalking, reader gets called a bitch, (slight) sadism, kinda tame

⭒ 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 1,495

⭒ a/n: dear lord i am simping for my own art... hope u all enjoy reading this! i'll be opening asks & make a short introduction in the next post ^^ ( yan jock makes an appearance here too!)

will you venture down this path?

where is he?

did I walk in the wrong direction?

am I lost?

... nope, this is the right place.

you are standing alone in a dark alleyway, looking around the location you agreed to meet your friend in. checking the virtual clock on your phone, you count the time you have left before you go on stage. 32 minutes.

time was ticking and he was still nowhere in sight. there's no way you could perform the duet alone. anxiously, you try texting your friend again.

You 》 17:28

bro where are u

i'm alr here

are u lost again

LIAM

liam

liam

liam

liam

liaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam

fuck it, i'm leaving him. alleys are never good news. ever since you entered the place, your stomach has been in knots and the back of your head was tingling. it's almost as if... someone's been watching you.

typing on the small screen, you tell him you're going to meet him behind the stage instead. you speed walk towards the end of the tunnel, relieved you were leaving this place. you almost reach the exit until a rough hand pulls on your wrist.

a gruff voice speaks, "hey, you dropped this."

SHIT, I'M GOING TO DIE—

without thinking, you instinctively clench your fists into a ball and punch the unknown 'assailant' on the nose— effectively causing him to bleed. the stranger gasps out various curse words as you turn to scream and run away.

"I'M SORRYYyyyy—"

knuckles still bruised from the impact, you try to hide them as best as you can from the crowd's attention. Liam had managed to arrive on time, seconds before the performance. he claimed to have come across an old friend on the way who was difficult to shake off. but that was all in the past, and he has yet to notice your injured knuckles.

currently, you are performing on the stage in front of a sea of people. with your friend on the acoustic guitar, you both sang a duet that sang of two lovers, a confession of how one felt incomplete without the other.

it was a popular song, so Liam insisted on it. you were glad he did because in the end, the happy crowd's applause rang loud across your ears. a sound you'll always love.

now off the stage, you and Liam decide to explore the festival's offerings. the spring festival at night is beautiful— lanterns clipped across the starry sky and flowers and people littering the area. you approach one of the food stalls that lined the streets, purchasing a sundae of your favourite flavour.

as you are about to pay, you rummage through your pockets and realise... your wallet is gone. did i leave it at home?! Liam seems to pick up on your situation as he pulls out his own wallet, "i'll pay for them." you thank him and promise to pay him back. "it's alright, you don't have to." he smiles.

suddenly, a loud voice approaches the both of you, "Oi, Lili! ya did great up there, man." you turn to see a group of four people heading your way who were all dressed head-to-toe in punk clothing and carrying band equipment. they must be a band. a slim man holding wooden drumsticks pats Liam on the back, and he shortly notices you.

"oh? hello there, mx. the name's Vern." he grins and offers you a handshake, to which you politely return.

"y/n. nice to meet you, Vern. I'm a friend of Liam's."

"a friend of Liam is a friend of mine, y/n!" Vern heartily laughs, "let me introduce you to the gang, y/n— of course, you've met me, the drummer. that lady with red hair is Kyra, the lead guitarist. the young-looking fellow with shit for brains is Astrid, our second guitarist. and finally, our beloved lead singer and bassist, D—"

you don't have time to react before your face is roughly grabbed by a hand larger than your head, cheeks squished. you try to pry your face away from the thick fingers of the unknown man, as you shakily look up at his furrowed eyes. he's seething, and you don't know why.

"it's you. fucking bitch."

you don't know what you've done to this man to warrant such a reaction, you've never even met him before!... right? you think back to earlier in the day when you punched the stranger from the alley. shit, it's him.

though muffled by his palms, you still manage to voice out an apology. for the first time in your life, you feel a sensation rushing through your blood. dread and terror. in the corner of your eyes, you spot Liam being held back by a concerned Vern and Astrid.

you desperately try to pull his hand off your face while repeating apologies, but it's useless. he's too strong. the tall stranger continues to stare at you and you swear he was enjoying this. if not for the sick glint in his eyes or the soft panting from his pierced lips, then maybe for the light blush dusting his cheeks.

after what felt like hours, he finally lets go. you immediately massage your aching jaw and cheeks at his release. the stranger scoffs and hands you a familiar item... it's your wallet! "...found this in the alley. you throw a good punch." you gently take the small pouch off his hands and thank him.

a ghost of a smirk morphs on his face before he grunts and walks past you. the others instantly follow behind him like baby ducks trailing their mother, but not without giving you a sympathetic look. Vern checks up on you before joining his group, "woah, he's never spared anyone before. sorry about him, but i hope you'll still come to watch us?"

Liam, who is no longer held back, runs to your side and inspects your face. "are you alright?? fuck, I should teach him not to mess with you!" he angrily shouts. you're still recovering from shock. but that doesn't stop you from thinking how nice the stranger's smile looked. "do you want to go home? i'll drive you bac—"

with newfound motivation, you're able to speak again, "no, i'm fine. let's go watch the next show!"

you and Liam stand in front of the stage, somehow having managed to get past the current of people. there are way more people than before, and you notice some of them are holding signs. confused, you turn to the person next to you and ask her, "hey, what's with all the people? is a celebrity coming?"

she looks at you astounded, "you seriously don't know? Ares is performing next! they're like, all over social media right now." Ares? you don't think you've heard any singer with that name before. before you can ask who they are, waves of screams fill your ears as 4 pairs of feet walk on stage. you look back at Liam to see him clapping for the band, following his gaze, you accidentally lock eyes with a pair of heterochromatic eyes.

he acknowledges your presence with a lazy lift of his brow and faces the crowd again. this time, the audience shouts in union.

ARES!

ARES!!

ARES!!!

the electrifying sound of a guitar and drums booms through the speakers. the ground vibrates along with the rhythm, as your heartbeat follows along. the song begins, but it's not until you hear the deep bass of the leader's voice do you feel the aching throb of your core.

(R U Mine? - Arctic Monkeys)

I'm a puppet on a string

holy shit.

She's a silver linin', lone ranger ridin' through an open space...

his voice is intoxicating.

In my mind, when she's not right there beside me

I go crazy 'cause here isn't where I wanna be

your heart feels like it's about to burst out of your chest.

And satisfaction feels like a distant memory

And I can't help myself

All I wanna ever say is, "Are you mine?"

yes.

Well, are you mine?

Are you mine?

Are you mine? Oh, ah

i'm yours.

his deep voice that was once laced with anger and malice— now brings your own heart to tears. you could only think about what was going through his mind to sing a beautiful song in such a wrenching manner. and on that day, you swore to one day bring someone to tears with your voice, just like he had with you.

but what you did not know was that you'd already done the exact same thing to Deimos earlier that day. and for that, he'd follow you down every road until there comes a time when your paths meet again.

back in the present, you've been forced invited to watch Deimos' latest concert. like before, you sat at the very front row, right in front of his assigned position. the only difference from then was his lovestruck eyes that would never leave your figure.

in the end, he was yours.

[bonesinyourbackyard]

creepypasta boys x goth fem reader headcannons?

if you can make sure to include eyeless jack that would be great, you can pick the others 😛

of course !! as a goth, it’s a must that i must write for a goth reader. hopefully this is okay 💖

♱ pairing : ej x reader, jeff x reader, toby x reader.

♱ word count : roughly 1k words.

♱ cw : brief mention of snakes/tarantulas.

jack nyras (eyeless jack)

to put it plainly, he’s a sucker for goth girls.

will watch you do your makeup in admiration. he can’t even imagine the patience and skill it takes to get that wing eyeliner so symmetrical and sharp.

he knows how to appreciate the goth aesthetic and fashion! although i don’t think he would know all that much in terms of the music, but hey! you can probably teach him right? he would be willing to try listening to goth music if you recommend him some bands or songs. and it totally doesn’t have to do anything with the fact that you recommended them to him.

a fan of gothic literature, and started reading it without even realizing it was gothic literature until you pointed it out. so if you’re into those kinds of books he would love to discuss that with you! (omg library date)

would absolutely help you pick out your outfits and put them together. might not be the best when it comes to fashion, but hey, the man’s got taste! he’ll help you choose which dress you should wear and if you should pair it with fishnets or something else. he knows you will look good either way.

if you’re one of those goths who falls into the stereotype (nothing wrong with that btw) and own some kind of “scary” pet like a tarantula or snake, he would love your little pet. if it’s a snake, i think they would get along great, i think jack loves reptilians! he would get it little decorations for its terrarium.

gifts you jewelry in your style, usually for anniversaries or other events but may just get you something at random. he loves you too much, sorry.

power couple <3 seven foot tall eldrich demon doctor and his goth girlfriend that he would split open skulls for.

jeff woods (jeff the killer)

i feel like while some people may say he will be judgemental when he first meets you, i detest that idea. in my headcanon, he is a punk and no way he’s gonna judge a fellow alternative baddie (unironically calls you that)

he doesn’t know squat about goth music because he only listens to punk, rock, and metal. but, maybe, just maybe, he’ll hand over the aux to you at some point while you’re taking a late-night drive and let you play some siouxxie and the banshees in the car.

he probably won’t really find it to be his style, “sorry sweetheart – it’s just too slow for me. gets me bored fast.” but will suck it up for you and find a way to enjoy it. but like i said, likely won’t get hooked on it.

helps you do your nails! he actually does his nails black sometimes so if you ask, he’ll help out. won’t bring up the idea by himself though because he’s a stubborn little bitch. even if he does his nails messily, trying to get over with it as fast as possible, he will take time on your nails. whines when you can’t sit in your seat straight even though it’s been 40 minutes now and he’s still not done.. “stop moving dollface, you’re messing up all my fucking hard work here!”

it might not come out exactly perfect but he tried!

will literally never ever let this slip but he loves it when you wear combat boots or heels or just chunky shoes in general. thinks it’s hot.

helps you diy clothes! he’s learned a thing or two about diying clothes and accessories over the years, being punk and all. you would have honestly never pegged (lol) him as the type to have crafting supplies and sewing materials in his dumpster fire of a room, but he proved you wrong when you said you needed to add some chains and spikes onto a pair of boots.

will break a jaw or more if some normie (not my words, his) says something about the way you dress.

toby rogers (‘ticci’ toby)

oh my. yeah, it’s love at first sight. (for him at least)

sharing the sentiment with jack, he loves goth girls, maybe even more so.

fucker definetly had you in his contacts as “goth gf” even before you guys started dating 💀 erm what the freak toby

genuinely though, he loves your makeup and clothes and style and music taste and just everything.

please please please leave red/black lipstick marks on his face PLEASE!! that shit makes him swoon and giggle like a schoolgirl. he will be kicking his feet and all that. doesn’t wanna wipe them off :(

when he sees crows or ravens outside with you, he always points to them and goes “look it’s you!” with a little shit-eating grin.

i actually do think he dabbled in some goth bands before, but likely not too much or unknowingly — though it’s not surprising, he’s one of those guys who “listens to all genres” ranging from rap to fucking weezer.

unlike jeff, you actually may get him hooked on some goth bands. will appreciate you forever and ever for making him cultured.

brags about “bagging a goth baddie” to everyone else. but really, he’s so proud of you! how can he not, you’re so pretty and awesome!

obviously won’t sexualize or objectify you or something like that, he just loves showing off and bragging cuz he’s a little loser /aff

is always so incredibly impressed by you doing your makeup. it simply doesn’t make sense to him. how does someone just.. do that? so flawlessly? but he would absolutely love for you to do his makeup in goth style. will ask you one day with a sheepish grin “to make us match!”awe.

head over heels for you.

[maoam]

I guess I'll tag @sasukesun since this post is addressed to her as well. Anyway, how are you addressing me yet not tagging me (I assume I'm still blocked) and I only got this through another person? You're just being hostile.

I have said multiple times Sasuke isn't girly. Neither is Naruto. You put words in my mouth. His feminity comes from his looks (because that's Kishi's type) and the yin/yang. Sasuke is very neutral in the way he dresses, rather rude in the way he speaks to people (compared to how Japanese generally speak) and definitely not a weak doormat like Hinata. I have addressed all these things multiple times.

Sarada and Boruto's relationship doesn't parallel NaruSasu, if you read Boruto manga you would know that. Sarada is very passive when compared to Naruto. She just asks Sasuke to help Boruto. Can you imagine Naruto doing that? Naruto would help Sasuke by himself, that's how Kishi would write it. He wouldn't write Naruto to sat on his ass and wait for things to happen like he is writing both Sarada and Sumire do. People constantly complain about Sarada being rather irrelevant and it's true.

When I say "dynamic" I'm referring to the fact Minato is the only one who bothered to try to save Kushina and the only one who didn't give up on her. My point was about TROPES Kishimoto likes [link]. And why are you ignoring I pointed out Kishimoto paralleld Boruto to young Naruto, Sasuke to Kushina, and Naruto to Minato in the Boruto movie where they were coparenting Boruto? And again, it's about a trope. It's not complicated. Here is another post I made about similar tropes in both ships [link].

Same with Mario/Saori. Funny how you keep ignoring the latter despite me writing posts about that as well. [link] Can you seriously look me in the eyes and deny the similar tropes? Oh hey here's another [link].

I also made a post pointing out the similarities in how Hinata feels towards Naruto and how Naruto feels towards Sasuke but of course you ignore that because it doesn't fit your narrative about me. [link] If it was like you said, I would have ignored this as well. I also made another in reverse, about similarities in how Hinata feels towards Naruto and how Sasuke feels towards Naruto. [link]

The examples of Oro, Obito and Kabuto, are all about them making Sasuke their possession. And when you add the weird imagery, which Kishi never uses anywhere else, and Oro's comments about Sasuke's beautiful face and body, it's not rocket science to understand what's going on. Notice how I didn't mention Itachi, because despite Itachi wanting to control Sasuke, I never saw 'that type' of thing there. And trust me, I would point it out if there was, it wouldn't make me uncomfortable.

You call me a weirdo and stupid so I feel I have to reply to all this.

"I just express my opinion and if you don't agree you can always block me" I guess this is more directed at sasukesun but can't this apply to you as well? I mean you block and unblock me because you don't want me to see your replies and respond, but you still want to call me stupid and other names. It's just not cool dude...

Also this is you so I'm pretty sure you are the one mad that I'm not raving about girly twink Naruto and masculine buff alpha Sasuke aren't you? Lol. I'm sure my posts about Naruto being a rascal punk who gives people the middle finger and farts in his opponent's face kill that little princess image for you.

[i-just-wanna-write-fanfic]

Hi hiii :D if ur cool w it, could you do Mike [+alters besides Chester] x gn! and alt!reader? J like headcanons for how they would react to meeting/falling in love w a very visually punk/goth/heavy accessorized person? If not, that’s fine too tho 👍🏽

-😋

got it, silly guy!

MIKE + ALTERS [minus Chester] X ALT/GOTH READER!

MIKE

Mike is just BAFFLED...

...That you'd spend your time with HIM!

He honestly thinks you look SO. COOL.

The whole aesthetic kinda gives him scary dog privileges (if you're that kinda person, and for christians that think you worship Satan and are here to kill them)

You honestly caught his eye when he was just roaming the streets of (enter place name here) and saw you, striding in your eye-caching clothes. you were just- so THERE it was hard to not see you and stare!

He just had to walk up and say hi!

MANI

first reaction: AHG WTF?

second reaction: oh its just an emo

He was.. He felt indifferent about you.

no doubt he met you while Mike and you guys were hanging. He kinda just ruined whatever vibe you two had when you thought it'd be funny to put a silly hat on him.

He honestly thinks you're super emo and constantly calls you that, mainly if it annoys you.

He's also intrigued by the way you dress and act, he's met like- 2 people like you. (Mani has never stepped foot in a hot topic)

SVETLANA

She thinks you're so cool!

please let her dress you up...

DRESS HE UP TOO!!

maybe she'll try some tricks in your awesome style..

Just likes to dress like you sometimes.

Like Mani, most likely met you when you and Mike were hanging out,..... She did all her best tricks for you, gaining some applause from you.

she is so silly..... I lobe her....... <3

VITO

AHHH AN EMO

oh

he honestly..

doesn't mind.

He doesn't undertsand why you dress like that, yeah... but he'll still hang with you

me and the goth badass i pulled by being a dumb himbo.

thank you for coming to my ted talk

MAL

He gets it.

yeah, he does.

Honestly he wants to dress a bit like you whenever he's fronting (maybe not as much like you, but ya know, he's emo.)

He.. thinks you're cool. He really likes how you dress and constantly fucks with your hair

calls you emo if it annoys you.

He doesn't really mind if you try dressing him up, just know he's gonna put you in the worst dress ever.

HERES YOUR MEME YOU ITTEL SHITS /loving

[crazyunsexycool]

The earpiece

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: Steve always had an excuse to not date. The world was in trouble, Bucky needed saving and then Bucky needed support. But now there were no excuses. He asked you out and you said yes. But Steve was still that small kids from Brooklyn that girls overlooked. This time though, Sam and Bucky were in his ear… literally.

Warning: fluff I guess, lil angst maybe?

Word count: 1.3k (never in my life have I written something so short.)

This had been a long time coming. It was something Steve had pushed off. He always used the same excuse, there was time for dating later. Then he used Bucky as an excuse. After finding and helping Bucky he had no excuses anymore. But later came much sooner than he’d hoped.

It didn’t help that Steve was absolutely smitten by someone that worked for the avengers. He tried to deny it but it was futile. His cheeks would get rosy and he’d be a bumbling idiot whenever you were around. Now Sam and Bucky were always bickering but they managed to set aside their differences in order to mess with him. Always pushing him to talk to you, both figuratively and literally.

It was borderline embarrassing the amount of times Bucky or Sam would literally push him towards you so that he would have no choice but to speak with you. It was endearing though, seeing the big, strong leader of the world’s mightiest heroes stutter out a greeting while being completely flustered. Most of the time he would go beet red, mumble an apology and a quick hello before going on his way. He’d always miss the shy smile and how you’d be just as flustered as him.

One day though he got the courage to ask you out and now here he was. In a restaurant that Nat suggested sitting across the woman he had been crushing on for the better part of a year. It was private enough so that at least if he embarrassed himself it wouldn’t become news. Steve couldn’t imagine the headlines of gossip blogs talking about how bad of a date he was. His only saving grace was the plan Sam and Bucky came up with. The plan itself was simple, he would wear an earpiece so that if he wasn’t sure about what to say or if he got stuck Bucky and Sam could advise him.

“Have you been here before?” You look up from the menu.

“No, it was a recommendation.”

You hum in acknowledgment as you look back down.

“Smooth.” The earpiece crackles in Steve’s ear, Bucky having been the one to make the comment. “Ask her something, punk.”

“See anything you like?”

“SeE aNyThInG yOu LiKe?” It’s Sam this time. Bucky chuckles in the background.

“Everything looks good enough to eat.” You reply but you’re looking right at Steve. The implication makes Steve blush and agree with you.

“Oh she’s good. I like her. When you mess this up I’m going to ask her out.”

“Not if I get to her first.” Bucky tells Sam.

Steve clears his throat just as the server gets to the table. You both place your orders and wait for the server to leave.

“So.” You both say at the same time and you chuckle. Steve motions for you to go first.

“Did you hear about that music festival that started tonight?”

Steve shakes his head.

“Oh, well I thought you might like it. It’s mostly 30’s and 40’s music. People dress up like they did back then. It seemed pretty cool. It runs all weekend.”

“Alright punk, say these exact words. I think it would be fun, we should check it out.” Bucky says. “Word for word.”

“I think it would be fun, we should check it out.” Steve smiles at you.

“I’d like that.”

After that the conversation flows almost smoothly. There are a few times when you see Steve blush but chalk it up to first date nerves.

“So if you could have any superpowers what would they be?” Steve asked after you had been going back and forth asking silly questions.

“I work in HR, patience is my superpower.”

He chuckles. “Well I sure as hell couldn’t do it.”

“I’ll be right back, I need to use the restroom.” You shoot him a warm smile and get up, heading toward the bathroom.

“Not too bad, Stevie. I mean you could use some improvement but hopefully you don’t fuck it up too much by the end of the night. And stop clearing your throat so much.”

“If you two would shut up for five minutes maybe I could.” Steve says in a hushed tone.

“Dude we just want you to get laid or something. And you like Y/N, you two would be a perfect fit.”

“I know but the two of you bickering in my ear is distracting. She’s going to think I’m crazy.”

“What are you two doing in the comms room?”

“No. Don’t tell Nat what’s going on. She’ll kill me.”

“We’re helping Steve through his first date.”

“I told you not to tell her.” Steve whisper yells.

“Are you using an earpiece?” You ask from beside him. Steve flinches slightly after not having realized you were back. You put your hand out. “Give it here. Who are you talking with anyways?”

“Uh-“

“Don’t tell her anything.” Bucky says before the communication is cut off.

Steve sighs and at least has the decency to look guilty as he pulls the earpiece out of his ear and hands it over.

“I’m so sorry. I was just so nervous about this date. It wasn’t even my idea. Sam and Bucky just wanted to help me out a bit.” He rambles but looks defeated.

The server comes around and places the check on the table which Steve quickly snatches up.

“Let me take you home?”

“Yeah, of course.” You smile at him but he won’t even look at you. His shoulders are slumped as he walks out with you.

****

Although the night ended quickly it still had been lovely. Steve looked like a kicked puppy as he walked up the sidewalk toward the building you lived in. You stood on the first step so that you could be eye level with him and turned around.

“How much of you did I see tonight?” You ask cautiously. Steve’s eyes snap up to yours.

“Almost all of it. I promise they were only there to help me if I got stuck in conversation.”

“So the questions about self defense lessons?”

“Bucky.”

“And the questions about going fishing?” You ask a little more amused this time.”

“Sam.”

“The questions about my hobbies and family?”

“All me.” Steve says.

“Hhmm.” You dig around in your purse to look for your keys.

“I’m sorry I ruined the date tonight.”

“It’s ok.”

“Have a good night, Y/N.”

“Goodnight. See you tomorrow. Let me know what time you want to go.”

Steve, who had started to walk away, turned to look at you. Eyes wide and mouth slightly parted. He walks back towards you before asking, “You still want to go?”

“Yeah, I’d love to.”

Steve’s blush was back in full force but he smiled anyway.

“Alright then, I’ll see you tomorrow. How about 11:00?”

“Perfect. See you then.” You lean forward and kiss his cheek before walking into your building. Before closing the door you turn back to him. “Don’t let them know how the date ended, I want to see them sweat it out at work.”

Steve laughs but agrees and waves as he finally walks off.

****

You sigh in relief as you finally walk into your apartment. The first thing you do is take off your heels and sit on the couch.

“That went better than expected. Thanks for helping out.”

“Don’t worry about it. I told you Steve is completely taken by you.”

“Still I don’t think I could have gotten through tonight without you. I was so nervous.”

“You did great. You should be a spy, I could train you.”

“I’ll leave the spying up to you Nat. Thanks again, we'll have a girls night soon.”

“Definitely we need to know how the second date goes.”

“You’ll be the first to know. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” Both Nat and Wanda say.

You pull the earpiece out of your ear and place it in the small box Nat had given you. At least now you know that you weren’t the only one so nervous about this date that you needed some back up.

Hopefully the second date would go well and this would just be a funny story to tell.

Part 2

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[arc-misadventures]

Jingle Bells

Weiss: Okay, do we have everyone?

Blake: Uhh… No.

Ren: Jaune, Nora, and Yang said they aren’t coming.

Weiss: What, but we need everyone here to practice singing, ‘Jingle Bells’.

Ruby: Yang said she didn’t want to sing, ‘Jingle Bells.’ She thinks it’s lame.

Pyrrha: Jaune said he wouldn’t sing, he hates, Christmas music apparently.

Blake: Why’s that?

Pyrrha: Oh, something about the unoriginality of, Christmas music just being the same songs sung by dozens of different singers, who play the exact same song with only minor differences in a month long, but seemingly never ending repetition of said songs that drive the mind to the point of insanity with their constant appearance.

Weiss: That! That makes sense… But, what about, Nora?

Ren: Jaune dragged her away saying he had an idea.

Blake: Jaune dragged, Nora away; Isn’t it usually the opposite that happens.l?

Pyrrha: It occasionally happens.

Ren: Don’t worry, we’re still scared.

Weiss: That’s reassuring… But, what are we going to do? We need more people to sing with us, what could they be doing that…? Uhh…? Is someone tuning a guitar?

Blake: Are those drums?

Pyrrha: What’s going on?

The group turns a corner to see, Jaune, Nora, and Yang on a stage, Jaune dressed as a punk rocker with a mic in his hand. Yang was also dressed like a punk rocker with an electric guitar in her hands, and lastly, Nora was also dressed as a punk rocker with a drum set before her. The group looked at them in utterly dumbfounded. Weiss, was about to ask them what they were doing until the music started. It started with a cry, and then, Jaune grabbed the microphone, and then started to sing.

To sing their own, ‘Christmas’ song.

They watched on in stunned amazement, and utter befuddlement:

Ren looked on as the trio played their song, utterly lost since he had no idea she could play the drums, and so well at that.

Pyrrha was amazed because she had heard, Jaune ‘singing’ in his attempts to whoo, Weiss, but apparently he could actually sing, pretty decently at that.

Blake was shocked as she saw, Yang play the electric guitar, she particularly enjoyed that small rift she had, and let it rip. But, when the devil did she learn to play the guitar?

Weiss was having a meltdown, hearing her friends sing… that was frying her brain. She was going to comment that they weren’t singing a, Christmas song, but then she heard that high pitched squeal singing, ‘Jingle Bells’ and realized it was a remix of it. She felt like fainting when she realized this.

Ruby meanwhile has a pair of red, and green glow sticks in her hands, and was bashing her head up, and down to the beat of the music. Utterly enraptured by the songs beat.

Soon the song ended, and the trio looked up to see they had an unexpected audience.

Jaune: Oh, hey guys. What’s up?

Weiss: What… What was that?

Nora: Jingle Bells.

Weiss: Like hell it was!

Yang: But, there is a line of, Jingle Bells in the song.

Weiss: For five seconds it was, even then it was in this high pitched whiny voice! The hell was that?!

Blake: You better tell her before she blows a gasket.

Jaune: Okay, It’s callez, ‘Ere We Go.’ Its this sci-fi, fantasy remix that is sung by a Ork rockstar.

Weiss: It’s sung by a what?!

Ruby: Why were you playing it?

Jaune: I refuse to sing, ‘Jingle Bells!’ I hate that song! So i’ll sing this version instead.

Weiss: Absolutely not!

Pyrrha: Why not?

Ruby: I thought it was pretty good.

Weiss: It has nothing to do with, Christmas music! It’s just a rip off of the melody!

Ren: Why not let them play it? It will allow other people to hear something different than the usual chorus, or instrumental, Christmas music.

Weiss: I won’t allow someone to play rock, and roll at this festival! And, as the program planner, I forbid you from playing that song at the, Christmas Festival! And, that’s final!

Ruby: Naww… But, it’s really catchy…

Jaune: Fine we won’t play that song, we’ll play, ‘Christmas Truce’ instead.

And, in the blink of the eye, the trio’s outfits changed from punk rockers, to old military uniforms.

Nora: Yeah! Lets do that song instead!

Yang: This is more fitting for, Weiss’s little festival.

Weiss: I forbid you from play any stupid rock, and roll music!

The trio, along with, Ruby slowly turned their heads towards, Weiss, and gave her a empty, yet chilling gaze. One that caused, Weiss to cower in a silent fear away from them. She was about to say something when the microphone, Jaune was holding clocked her square in the face rendering her unconscious.

Jaune: That’s what you get for dissing, ‘Christmas Truce’ ya bitch!

[aidaronan]

Alt season one El meeting punk!Steve. She slowly goes to touch one of the spikes on his jacket the same way someone might reach for a feral cat. Like she's not sure if they're teeth or not, if they'll hurt her. Steve's patient. The kids had to tell him some things after he tried to call someone for help and they tore the phone from his hand. So he knows to be still, to let her be curious. "You look different." "Oh," he says. "I'm punk." She crinkles her forehead. "What is 'punk?'" Steve pauses to think. A lot of people have asked him why he dresses the way he does, why he shaves parts of his hair and spikes the rest with Elmer's glue, why he has safety pins in his leather jacket and metal through his face. He's even been asked if he's "goth" about 50 times. But a genuine question about what it means for him to have adopted this persona? This lifestyle? Specifically what it means for him, Steve Harrington, would-be heir of Harrington Investments, to be punk? No one has asked that. He thinks of the stories the kids have told, of the power company that isn't and a scared little girl. "Punk is when someone realizes the people who run our lives don't know what we want or need or even care. Punk is telling those people to go to hell." El goes quiet, very thoughtful. She nods. "Understand." The next day Steve is there, bleeding on the floor of the Wheeler's basement while an older man holds his hand out toward El. "It's time to come home and put an end to this." The man speaks softly, evenly. The kind of man who's used to not hearing 'no.' The kind of man Steve hates. Steve wants to tell this man to leave her alone, that it's sick to keep children locked up like lab rats. But there's a shoe digging into the bones between Steve's shoulders and he can barely breathe. "I always cared for you, didn't I, Eleven?" A pair of young eyes dart toward Steve, gasping on the ground. They flit toward the kids all gripped tightly in unkind arms. They find the old man again and narrow into slits. And here's the thing... When El glares daggers, she backs them up. "Eleven..." "Go to hell." After it's done, it's Steve who wipes the blood from her nose and wraps her in a studded leather jacket, carrying her somewhere safe. Weeks later, it's also Steve who stands with her at a store where she turns a waffle patch over and over in her hands. "Is this punk?" she asks, her eyes big and hopeful. He adjusts her little leather jacket, the one he spent hours studding just for her. "You're goddamn right it is."

[smolandweirdwriter]

oh let me tell u i am so normal about adaine so here have a collection of some of my headcanons (that i can remember)

adaine starts dressing more "punk" in a sense because she lives with fig (totally not cause shes trying to remove herself from her goody two shoes appearance that her parents knew)

I also think this comes out of necessity as she doesnt have the money to buy new clothes if they get damaged so ends up sowing patches onto her clothes.

Adaine is the second tallest bad kid (after gorgug) at 5'11 simply because fabian is 5'10 and claims hes 6'0 (adaine is having none of it)

Adaine and tracker are still really close even after kristens breakup

She also has chronic fatigue which did not help her anxiety attacks. for most of her life she just believed she was lazy and not trying hard enough due to her parents thinking she was making excuses

Fig realizes at the beginning of Sophomore year that she really, really likes fun colors. She’s sick of all black. She wears bright red skirts and t-shirts of all colors and she smokes her cigarettes and dyes her hair and paints her nails pale pink and is uniquely, wildly, entirely herself. She doesn’t limit herself to a “rocker aesthetic”. Isn’t the whole point of rebellion to be you? 

Adaine’s style has changed so much. Partway through freshman year, she begins dressing as defiantly as possible. Whatever her parents would hate the most, Adaine wears. She borrows Fig’s clothes, which tend to be a bit too short and tight on her, but it’s all black with a leather skirt and ripped fishnets and her mother calls her a slut and her father forces her to go back to her room and change. Aelwyn mocks her for it over breakfast and Adaine stares at her food and doesn't wear fishnets or crop tops again.

(Aelwyn sneaks out that night wearing a similar outfit because she knows what her parents would say and the idea of the look on her mother's face being pointed at her is enough to terrify her to the point of nausea, and she drinks and drinks and drinks until she forgets to be afraid.)

Still, Adaine's style keeps changing. Sophomore Year it's mostly her Jacket of Useful things, t-shirts, and jeans. But as much as she hated being forced to wear the Hudol uniform, she really likes nice clothes. Junior Year she begins exploring more elven clothing: long skirts, vests with collared shirts, pleated blouses, breeches, tall boots, et cetera. She, Ayda, and Gorgug work together combining Wizardry and Artificing on her Jacket of Useful Things so that it can effectively transform into any coat/jacket/vest/etc to go with her outfit. It's perfect as her style is constantly shifting on a daily basis. 

This is just my thought on all of their heights, but here we go:

Riz is shortest, obviously. He’s actually average-height for a goblin, resting at about 3’6’’. 

Fig gives severe Tall Vibes, so much so that people forget she’s actually only 5’3’’. She wears boots that bring her up to about 5’5’’, but she’s still the second-shortest bad kid.

No one will let Fabian let down how short he is. He’s tried changing his diet, stretching, everything he can imagine—he’s still 5’4’’. It’s mortifying. Fig fits into his clothes perfectly.

Kristen has always felt somewhat ungainly, her limbs at different shapes and sizes, and she’d crash into things a lot. She’s always felt too much: too tall, too wide, too much, too much, too much. Junior Year she starts working out and begins getting comfortable with her body. Still, she’s tall, almost 5’10’’.

Adaine is quite tall, but her parents and sister are taller than her, and she’s spent her life feeling inescapably small. Her posture is good, but there’s something to the way she tilts her head, the general way she carries herself, hunching around a too-big orb and clutching books to her chest, that makes her look short and small. Sophomore Year, her confidence grows, she becomes more stable, and most importantly, she eats much more. She uncurls herself, and by the time she finds Aelwyn again, Aelwyn is horrified to see that her little sister looms over her. Adaine is 5’11.

Gorgug hunches over a lot, and it’s actually after becoming an Artificer that he gets better with his posture, because he’s sitting a lot more now and his back hurts if he hunches too much. His actual height is 6’5’’. He’s the tallest bad kid.

My personal headcanon is that Tracker also has anxiety and used to “wolf out” whenever she got overwhelmed. So she understands Adaine very well, perhaps better than anyone else. She understands the way Adaine’s anger stems from her fear, from her lack of control. Tracker helps her find the right anxiety meds and teaches her methods of working through and handling feeling overwhelmed.

When the bad kids see Nara and Tracker again in Fallinel, she introduces them all to Nara. “Ah,” Nara says as she and Adaine are introduced, and Adaine tenses for oracle, the daughter who killed Angwyn Abernant, the oracle who ran away, but what she’s met with was: “Tracker’s little sister.”

Adaine never tells Tracker how much it means. She loves Aelwyn, and Aelwyn loves her, but that love is something that has been asked for by both parties. Adaine never realized before that she shouldn't have to ask. 

[omni-present-god-send]

Crack-fic 2 Electric Boogaloo

Ok wow, that last fic got some attention. Even the original creator of the AU I was writing about liked it. Wtf. So, um, here's another one! Based on @lets-try-some-writing 's Mr. Pax Au. Yes, I'm bothering you again.

Basically: Prom is coming up and the kids want Optimus to be there. He's flattered. Then cons show up. Destruction.

~

It was odd to have your favorite teacher also be an alien robot. At least Miko made money because of it. Jack and Raf are still mad that she, of all people, called it. There were many advantages though. Easy access to tutoring. Free rides. A shoulder to cry on.

The three of them even helped Optimus with his human disguise! If only to help with the Uncanny Valley he would give them sometimes. His hair was messier now, and he finally got something close to a wardrobe. However, there were some things they couldn't control. Like the way his eyes would get this subtle glow when he got angry or was concentrating. The way his holoform would appear to stop breathing for an extended period of time. Or when we would sing, it was hard to describe, but an almost invisible sound could be heard. Like a bell in the back of your mind. The three of them would soon learn that it was because Optimus, and the other bots in general, could produce sounds just outside of what the human ear could hear clearly.

As the months went by, Mr. Pax would be the best teacher any of them had ever had. Then he would drive them to base and be Optimus. The best dad on this, or any other, planet. It was the best of both worlds!

Sure they had to deal with the Vice-Principal. Trying to get Mr. Pax fired for being a better History teacher in one year than he had been in 15. Vince who, no matter how much Mr. Pax intervened, always went out of his way to make someone miserable. Whether it was Jack or some other poor soul. On top of getting shot at, blown up, stalked, and kidnapped by Decepticons. A break is always welcomed.

Which is how we got here. Miko borrowing Raf's laptop to look at some very sparkly dresses at the base while the boys went to grab some food. Very out of character for the little punk and Optimus noticed immediately. It didn't take more than a few minutes for Optimus to go into the back and for Mr. Pax to emerge out of the dark hallways.

Mr. Pax walked up the stairs and towards the couch where Miko was. She looked very puzzled as she scrolled through the array of dresses on the screen. "You hardly ever even consider that type of fashion Miko. Is everything alright?" Mr. Pax questioned. Miko's head shot up. Clearly not expecting him. "Oh, hey boss. Yeah, everything's fine. Just looking at Prom dresses. My parents are insisting I go." She rolled her eyes and went back to scrolling. "I heard some of the other teachers talking about that. What is 'Prom'?" Mr. Pax inquired.

"Basically is an over-hyped party for seniors to dress up and take pictures with their dates," Miko explained. Mr. Pax hummed. "I hope you have fun regardless." He smiled. Miko gave a laugh and waved him away. Instead of leaving, Mr. Pax took a seat next to her on the couch. "How about we look together? Maybe we can find something you like. Or at the very least something you can edit to fit your style." How could Miko refuse? It wasn't every day she got 1-on-1 time with Best Dad!

Hours passed with them just...looking at dresses. Short ones, long ones, ugly ones, expensive ones. Till, finally, they found it. A knee-length, off-shoulder, black cocktail dress. With a silver detail on the waist. It was a decent price, and Miko could already see every edit that could be done to make it hers. SHe gave Mr. Pax a tight hug before writing down the link to go back to later. Once she got home and back to her own computer that is.

Mr. Pax repeated the process with Jack and, suprisingly, Raf. He thought nothing of it. He was helping his kids students pick out some decent clothes for an importent event. It was the least he could do. Esspecailly with the war dragging them into places and senarios they had no buisness being in.

Before they knew it, Prom was right around the cornor. Mr. Pax was in his classroom grading some papers for the math teacher. When a knock at his door brought him out of his trance. It was Ms. Summer. The science teacher. He opened the door.

"Hello Ms. Summer, can I help you?"

"Yes. You see Mr. Pax, I have a date next weekend." "That's great!" "It is... except I suck at scheduling and our date is at the same time as Prom. I was wondering if you could chaperone in my place?"

Mr. Pax was taken aback. He was not expecting this. "Um... sure. Why not? I don't have a lot going on anyway." He chuckled. Ms. Summer gave him a big smile. "Oh thank you, Mr. Pax! You have no idea how much this helps!" Ms. Summer exclaimed.

Back at base later that day, the children were all talking about their prom plans. "I have some money for bowling if you guys are interested." Jack offered. "Bowling sounds nice," Raf replied. Optimus glances over at the children, trying to hide a smile. He failed. "Hey Boss, you're gonna be there. Right?" Miko suddenly asks. Optimus, now very confused, turns to her. "You...want me at Prom with you all?" The three of them looked at him like he was stupid. In that moment, he was. "Of course, we want you there! You're our favorite!" Raf's words sent warmth through Optimus's spark. He smiled "Then you will be happy to know that Ms. Summer has asked me to chaperone Prom in her wake." Immediately the children started hopping and cheering. "Just because Prom is coming up doesn't mean you all get to skip out on Homework. Miko." She gave him a look of fake offence, before laughing and returning to celebrating with Jack and Raf. Optimus gave a small chuckle and went back to his duties.

Before they knew it, Prom was here. Mr. Pax stood near the door to the building. Glad in a, rather beautiful , black suit. Red flower details covered the suit jacket from top to bottom. Even the tie had red flowers on it! Making it look a lot more expensive then it was. Being a hologram and all.

Prom went, surprisingly, well. The children had fun. Their classmates had enthusiastic reactions to Mr. Pax being there. Except Vince. For obvious reasons. Miko had taken the dress and added spikes, pink and green mesh, and had taken a knife to the skirt. While Jack and Raf were in a blue and yellow suit, respectively.

That was, until Prom got raided by US soldiers. They evacuated everyone from the building. As Mr. Pax was dragged outside by a soldier, he saw what caused the commotion. Even from a distance he could tell they were Deceptions. Three of them. Flying straight toward him. Threatening his students.

He tried to calm down. He really did. He helped get his students to safety. He got as many personal items as he could carry. Nearly punched a soldier. Nearly. He held himself back don’t worry. Blasts of Energon rained down on the building. Chunks fell off. Rubble caught fire. A couple light fixtures exploded.

As the last of his students was taken away by soldiers. Optimus finally let himself take out his anger. Returning to his bi-pedal form, he fired three shots. Each one took out a wing on each con. As the Cons fell from the sky Optimus grabbed them. With the strength of a thousand suns he, as Miko would describe, cracked them like glow sticks. Then threw each one toward the horizon.

When the cons returned they looked like they had been through Kaon. Shaking and rattling like newsparks. As they relaid the story Megatron could feel his spark freeze. Optimus did this? When did he get so violent? Even Soundwave shivered at the story.

Back at the Autobot base, Optimus held Raf, Jack, and Miko close to his spark. Literally. He refused to set them down for longer then necessary. They were still in their, now destroyed, prom clothes. Shaking and crying. Though you didn’t hear that from me. Eventually the day caught up to the and they fell asleep, still in Optimus’s hand. Going into his room, he layed there. His kids sleeping on his chest, close to his spark.

[dema-heart]

Enjoying the show

Hobie x reader

Sfw hobie

Hobie invites himself in through the window he keeps telling you to stop leaving open and catches you singing and dancing in the sweatshirt he left at your place last time he visited. Don't forget he was "just a friend"

Use of song lyrics

I have no knowledge of British slang or accents the most we'll get from me (for now) is the use of luv. I'm sorry Σ(＞Д＜)

Hobie slipped through your open window tsking as he closed it behind him before making sure to lock it. He'd kept telling you to stop leaving it open just beacuse you lived toward the top of the apartment building there were still people, like him you'd remind him and he'd shake his head with a smirk mumbling thats different, that would be crazy enough to come through.

He called out for you listening for any response as he walked around the corner toward your room. You didn't answer but the sound of music keyed him in to your location. Humming he strolled toward your room door, he had intended to call out to you again as not to startle you but paused at the scene in front of him.

You were dressed in his sweatshirt and a pair of sleep shorts using a pencil as a microphone while you sang and danced in front of your bed. Your back was to him as he continued to look around you'd placed the mini spider-punk plush and punkified squishmello he'd gotten you a while back in the middle of your bed, your audience he assumed. Snickering softly he went to make himself known before the next song but his words were lost as you pointed the pencil at the plushies with a wide smile.

"This next song is dedicated to Hobie fucking Brown the punk bitch who currently has my heart in knots and butterflies in my stomach. This sweatshirts his ya know...i hid it last time he was round" You announced loud and proud to the plushies laughing softly as 'knock you down' played through the speaker.

'That's why i couldn't find it the little sneak.' Hobie smiled before curiosity won him over, and he leaned against the doorway, waiting for the show.

"Uh-huh, not again. Oh, this ain't supposed to happen to me..." You started talking into the "mic" before you started bouncing simlar to what he'd taught you to do at his concerts. You laughed bouncing and head bobbing through kanye's verse. The action didn't match the song, but who cared this was your show!

You stopped, rocking now as you put your hand out to point and perform like you were in some boy band. Hobie couldn't get the smile off his face as he watched.

"I never thought I'd be in love like this...When I look at you my mind goes on a trip" Your hand shook in front of you before coming to rest over your heart. Walking back and forth on your "stage" as you preformed.

"Then you came in and knocked me on my face" you pointed to the punked plushy before dramatically raising a hand to your head.

"Feels like I'm in a race but I already won first place." You pulled on the sweatshirt showing off the prize you'd won.

"I never thought I'd fall for you as hard as I did." You paused all movement, singing this line seriously before getting hype again.

"You got me thinking 'bout our life, our house and kids" your hand was palm up and out stretched as you moved it from left to right to imply the apartment for 'our house'and then pointed to the plushies at kids. Hobie's heart stalled before it was suddenly racing. Here you were singing a love song for him, about him...he was screwed.

"Every morning I look at you and smile." Your hand was back to rest over your heart.

"Cause boy you came around, and you knocked me down, knocked me down"

You fell foward laughing as you let the chorus go a bit before getting up, out of breath from singing and moving so much you turned around to grab your water almost jumping out of your skin when you saw hobie behind you.

"Hobie what the fuck?! How long have you been standing there, shit?" You questioned quickly, hand over your racing heart as you looked at him. He'd just about scared you shitless and you'd momentarily forgotten about your little show.

You walked over to your phone, pausing the song when you'd gotten no response from him but a smile that made your heart race for other reasons. "Hobie?"

He stalked forward, long legs putting him in front of you faster than you were prepared for. You looked up at him, cranning more than normal due to his proximity. His hands came to rest on your hips before he lifted you, spinning and falling back onto your bed, which creaked at the sudden movement, your poor "audience" crushed. He laughed loudly as you sqeauled, grabbing at him the moment he'd fallen back.

"HOBIE WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON" you yelled looking up at him from his chest. You could feel your heart beating rapidly, anymore scares and you weren't sure you'd make it. Your hands still gripped the front of his shirt tightly having been the only thing you could grip before he flung himself back. You paused feeling how hard his heart was racing under your hand. You looked from your hand to him and he smirked.

"Thought I'd come around and knock you down. Like ya said." He smirked as he quoted the last bit of the verse you'd sang.

"Oh my g..." You mumbled. Paling finally remembering your lil concert. You attempted to get up quickly but hobie stopped you hands locked around your waist. You looked back at his hands trying to push up again before turning back to face him. You couldn't look him in the eyes anymore, your face was hot from embarrassment. His fingers toyed with the end of his sweatshirt you were wearing occasionally rubbing a thumb across your back.

"How long were your standing there?" You sighed giving up on escaping. Hobie chuckled watching you give up so easily.

"Long enough to know I didn't just misplace my jumper last time I was 'round. Ya little thief" He chuckled tugging on the end of the sweatshirt. He watched as your mind raced before realization hit you. He tighted his relaxed grip on your waist as you began to struggle again. He had no intentions of letting you go but he let you try for now.

"Hobart brown, let me go! Let go of me right now! so I can curl up in my blanket and die! Oh my gosh, that means you were there from the start, and you didn't say anything, you ass!" You pushed on his chest, feet kicking as you tried to escape his grip. Your chest and stomach squeezed with embarrassment as your thoughts raced. Hobie didn't budge, and you were all but ready to fight him if he didn't let you up soon. (not really, but honestly, what else could you come up with in a situation like this).

Your words and performance played on the loop in your mind as you struggled. Not helping your case at all. You wanted to curl up under your blanket and stay there after you got rid of hobie and any trace of him so you'd never have to relive this moment.

"Hobie...Please..." You whined, finally giving up and burying your face into his chest with a huff. His chest rumbled beneath you as he chuckled.

"Sorry luv, no can do. Just found out I'm the punk bitch,ouch by the way, that's got butterflies in ya stomach" He pokes your side making you flinch. "And watched an amazing show about it too."

You groaned into his chest, willing whoever's up there to strike you down now.

Hobie looked down at you, grinning at the sight of your reddened cheeks and ears. He decided it was probably time to put you out of your misery.

"Look at me ,doll" His voice was soft but teasing. He held you down with one arm prepared in case you tried to get away while using his other to help him sit up. He rested his back against the wall pulling you up so you were forced to put your knees on either side of him practically sitting in his lap.

"No" you huffed, turning your head away from him. Your mind was still racing the embarrassment still fresh.

"Get out that pretty lil head of yours and look at me, doll. please?" He tried again this time lifting one arm to grab your jaw in a firm but gentle grip, turning your head towards him. You closed your eyes with a huff refusing to look at him and he chuckled.

Hobie thought for a moment before he placed a kiss to your forehead. You gasped eyes opening as he pulled back, his eyes were already on you.

"I've fallen for you too, luv. Hard might I add. No need to be embarrassed about it" his voice sounded confident but you knew better he was putting on a front, the emotional context to his words a bit much for him. His eyes searched yours as you took a deep breath.

"Doesn't change the fact that I'm still mad at you...so I'll need another sweatshirt and we'll be even...this one stopped smelling like you awhile ago" you grinned making your demands as you watched his gaze relax.

You laughed as hobie smiled. "Whatever you say, doll but first let me make up for the scare,yeah?" The hand on your jaw moved to cup your cheek as he leaned foward to kiss you. Your eyes closed as you let out a pleased sigh against his lips. Yeah, okay, you gave up a bit too easy, but who could blame you when hobie's hands were on you, eyes promising more than just the sweet kiss he'd given you.

[the0retically]

The Suckening #8: Sins of the Father:

Just my thoughts :)! Spoilers below!

- It is 11:33 pm Saturday night and I’m just now starting this episode let’s goooo

- Condi isn’t a fan of sucking anymore??? He’s no longer allowed

- Oh they’re trying to teach Charlie the ways of blowing but in his words “it’s not even good” “I love suck, I love suck”

- I say it everytime but GOD THE MUSIC IS SO GOOD THANK YOU NATHAN HANOVER!!!!!!!

- Arthur traveling in first class, posh boy

- “What a plane” ARTHUR PLEASE

- Arthur has been in America that long?? 1918 is when he left, holy shit that’s so long

- “It’s not in black and white anymore” CHARLIE PLEASE

- Charlie and Grizz doing the British accent is SO BAD OH MY GOD

- ……..Arthur’s home isn’t going to be the same at all :(

- Charlie this accent is incomprehensible?????

- Grizz is fighting for his life!! during this convo oh my god

- Arthur got NO SUCCESSES???? He’s just peering through the window in plain view oh my god

- THAT SCREAM????? CHARLIE PLEASE

- He’s just wiping the sunscreen off??? JUST BOOKING IT TO THE DARKNESS??

- This is going So bad, Arthur please get out of there, he just scares a little girl, runs into the shadows, gets caught by the mom and Waves at her fucking hell arthur what are you doing??

- “Are there cops in the UK?” Charlie??

- He’s just running oh my god?? Arthur PLEASE

- He’s in the forest now?????

- Oh god he’s just trying to see his family that he buried :(((

- ARTHUR IS LIKE JACK THE RIPPER???? AS IN LORE

- no ok I agree with bizly that the legend of the Bennett family would make this family more on edge

- Arthur :(

- Oh semi unmarked graves so that people wouldn’t notice them :(

- …….why does he want the shovel though, please don’t dig up your family

- Grizz is gonna make me cry, the way he listed what Arthur’s siblings are good at and that they would be great at those things and he still doesn’t know what he’d do and what he’d be good at

- Charlie is cruel for the Christmas photo of the Bennett family :(((

- Oh Arthur was kinda like emizel, he was more of a punk, a delinquent

- :(((( the memory of the photo :((((

- Oh god the cops are here?? At least he got out of there but oh my god

- ……oh no the sun “you took a cab out here, what’s the plan??” “There’s always hitchhiking” “I’d pick you up!”

- ………………is Arthur going to steal this kids bike YES GRIZZ LETS GOOOOO THE IMAGE IS TOO GOOD TO PASS UP

- HES A SPEED RACER ON THIS LITTLE BIKE!!!!!

- Climaxxx London……Charlie Please

- A camera for void?? Arthur is becoming a spy! Spy arc!

- ARTHUR HAS AN APPLE WATCH????

- Spy gear kids cam on void!!!!

- I hate how quiet it got after Charlie told the boys that vampires need to spend a blood point to cum

- I love how the other two always play random NPCs for the one person’s scene

- Spirits touch is SO COOL!! I love it

- “:((( how do you get behind a wall?? I have a stupid money brain that just wants to blow it up” GRIZZ

- It’s so interesting that the Bennett’s, or at least Arthur’s father, was a vampire hunter, like it’s just so tragic

- HAHAH GRZZ YELLING ABOUT ANOTHER WALL PLEASEEE

- CHARLIE HAS PHYSICAL THINGS FOR GRIZZ?? THATS SO COOL!!!!

- Charlie you scare me whenever you do the horror dm voice

- 5 pairs of footsteps??? Goodness that’s a lot

- NO CHARLIE BRINGING UP THE CLOCK MECHANIC FROM BITB AND CONDI IMMEDIATELY KNOWING WHAT IT IS TOO AND JUST SAYING GOOD LUCK GOODNESS AHHHHH?????

- HE ROLLED A TEN THAT QUICK??

- YEAHHHHHHH ARTHUR IS CRACKED!! HES ROLLING SO WELL!!!!

- The music is so beautiful and stunning, I love it

- “Bro you dress pretty vampiric” hahah Arthur really does

- CHARLIE HUH???? HOW DID HE ROLL THAT MANY SUCCESSES

- Grizz is Stressed out and so am I

- Also Jumpscare every time one of them uses a others real name, like Zach?? No that’s bizly

- FANTASTIC MONOLOGUE GRIZZ I LOVE THAT

- They have ear protection though??? WHAT THE HELL

- ……Arthur what are you doing to this cab driver??

- SHADOWS AND JUST DRINKING HIS BLOOD ALRIGHT!

- No way Grizz rolled a ten oh my god that’s perfect ARTHUR IS GOING BACK TO LA WOOOOOO

- …..Arthur please you’re on a plane please just be ok

- HAHAH HE JUST HAS TO BE IN THE BATHROOM FOR THE REST OF THE FLIGHT??? NOOOOO POOR ARTHUR

- THE TWINS!!!!!! THEYRE HERE!!

- Brothers being brothers!

- They’re making a board for all the heavy players!!

- :(((( shilo talking about his mom!

- “It’s the only way if we’re going to take care of Edward Twilight”

- FIRST STOP IS THEO???????

- “‘Yes my prince!’ I love Grefgore :)” I DO TOO!!

- Just going to fucking rehab to get Theo im so—

- Emizel suggested to go to Walmart and feed—NOW THEYRE IN WALMART??

- I never knew I needed to see Shilo in a Walmart

- CHARLIE MAKING DOG NOISES RETURNS!!

- Grefgore in a Walmart is Chaos!!

- Theo Door, PLEASE?? Condi :// Theo Collins is SICK THOUGH LOVE THAT, I really hope I heard that right cause that’s a cool name

- HES DRINKING WATER!!!!!! LETS GOOOO THEO!!!!!

- “Yes that is in the baja past” I just burst out in laughter that was so funny

- Theo being so happy to see Emizel but pissed off at Shilo is so fun, it’s just like Deacon liking Shilo and disliking Emizel

- “Can we dap up?” “No” Theo’s Anger towards Shilo oh my god

- “I look at my brother, I look at Grefgore” PLEASE :((((( I LOVE THAT :((

- Lol the brothers and their boyfriends out for an attack

- LETS GOOOOO EMIZEL!!!! Killing the eye bat with the water bottle in one shot!!!

- Gotta stop because it’s 2:07 am and I have a show later today and yesterday was a two show day and rehearsal, I’m exhausted

- Ok time to keep going

- LETS GOOO THEYRE STEALTHY

- Damn the boys are thwarted by a wall and no door again

- This plan is so convoluted and complex like boys please be smart and safe cause like Vex and Viv are insane and they’re not safe at all in this situation

- Shilo :((

- “Cause a ruckus and I’ll be able to get out, don’t worry about me” :( Emizel “worst case I’ll just kill myself” PLEASE????

- “I’m going to look at him, my eyes glow, and go ‘shush’” SHILO HOLY SHIT

- Vex….You intrigue me

- Oooh emizel is filming this

- I agree with Grizz I Also love Vex and Viv

- Backrooms backrooms backrooms backrooms

- GOD IS HE CAUGHT?? Ok thank god he can hide

- 10 SUCCESSES LETS GO EMIZEL

- Never say it’s going well cause then it’s gonna go shit

- “Shamiashma is back!” GOD I LOVE VEX AND VIV THEYRE SO COOL

- I love how Angry they are about Emizel and how they’re just enemies

- Oh god???? The sire is here???

- “Shamiashwho??” “ShamiashYOU!”

- Oh god Shilo please please get out of there

- LETS GO THEO?? PLEASE PLEASE

- YESSSS BLOCKED BY THE FIRE!!!!

- The sire has a gun??? What????

- God I love the banter between emizel and the sire

- Emizel botched???? Dudeeeeee

- “Is there a cliff nearby?” “Roll, difficulty of 8” “there’s a cliff” “oh god damn it”

- The chanting for vex to fail was SO good

- This is insanity I love it

- This campaign is so so good I love it

- “Don’t thank me, thank my prince” WOO

- EMIZEL IS GOING FOR THE CLIFF!!!!

- Let’s gooooo I’m shocked that they were able to get the people out but !!!!!

- THE SUCKENING!!!!!!!!!!! LETS GOOOOO

- YEAH EMIZEL!!!!!! HE LIVES THROUGH THIS EPISODE!!!

- These hounds are so bad oh my god

- SO GOOD!!!! LOVED THAT

[blazehedgehog]

You know how characters introduced as a rival to Sonic mirror him in some way? Which ones do you think do the best/worst job of it?

I feel biased because I really like Metal Sonic. He was kind of always this, but they've really leaned into making him this cold, ruthless machine, who, at least according to the comics, secretly questions his own identity.

He is the ultimate evil Sonic: extremely fast, endlessly acrobatic, but with absolutely no heart. All business, no pleasure. He exists to get a job done. And, like, guys like Shadow have their own business going on. Metal Sonic exists for one reason, and one reason alone: be the anti-Sonic.

The worst is hard to pin down because there's so many jobbers. I know people like Sonic 2 GG's Silver Sonic, but I've never been a huge fan of him (he's cute and weird sure, but I dunno). Then there's Pseudo Sonic, from the Adventures of Sonic cartoon.

I'm going to jump into hot water, though, and I want to preface this by saying: I have still not read Sonic the Comic. I am judging these based on very limited information.

(So, so many images incoming)

I really do not like "Sonic Badnik."

This design is such a strange looking mess. It feels like the sort of thing they didn't expect to draw more than once. Like there were no design meetings, it's just, this was it. This was the first draft, right here.

Skimming the rest of the issue, that rings true, given "Sonic Badnik" doesn't even look totally correct page to page.

Details change, colors change, it's like the artist is drawing his own character from memory and he can't remember what it looked like three pages earlier.

It can be forgiven. This was issue four. I don't think anyone was taking the job very seriously yet.

I'm also not a huge fan of Emperor Metallix.

I also don't know tons about Doctor Who, but I understand enough to know this is a Dalek thing. It makes it comparable to all those dumb Archie Sonic comics where they snuck in so many Star Trek and Star Wars references that the upper management supposedly had to lay down rules blocking that kind of material because it was starting to clog up the book.

Also the idea of a big Metal Sonic permanently fused to a big chair doesn't seem very scary, even if he is commanding an army of Metal Sonics. It's sort of like being scared of a refrigerator. Was he even mobile? I suppose if the chair could fly around and had weapons and stuff built into it, maybe that could be scary. I see some images where that's suggested, but I also see images where it looks like he's attached to the floor and walls.

Even if he can fly around, he seems like he basically only exists to pass orders down. That's pretty boring. This guy is a boss only in the sense his employees do all the work.

Also, let's turn the lens back towards Archie: I think Anti-Sonic himself is lame.

Again: it's Archie going back to the well of Star-Trek-isms. Star Trek has the mirror universe, where an evil version of the Enterprise exists, with evil versions of Kirk, Spock, etc. We see Mirror Kirk literally do the nazi salute!

Side note: Mirror Universe TNG is hilarious because everybody is sexy, edgy, and super ripped. It's REALLY dumb, but in the best way.

Anyway, that's literally all Anti Sonic is: he's mirror universe Sonic. He's evil, and we know he's evil because he dresses like a PUNK. That means knee-high boots, a leather jacket, and sunglasses. And that's it. That's his entire personality.

Oh and I guess he lusts after everyone, including Sally's computer, Nicole (notably when she was still just a computer and not yet her own character) and even himself, I guess.

Ian Flynn eventually turned this guy around by changing him into Scourge the Hedgehog, and fleshed out his identity a lot more. I am probably not the first one to note that the current IDW Sonic character Surge the Tenrec feels like a do-over in terms of Scourge the Hedgehog.

Which is basically: an attitude turned up past 11. Both are deeply broken individuals.

But I'm getting off topic: the original Anti-Sonic sucks. He's a one note gimmick, and a bad one.

[polyamorouspunk]

Punkdate 2/9/24:

For anyone unfamiliar punkdates, or Punk Updates, are a slightly more structured version of posts where I talk about what’s been up with me/plans for this blog.

First of all, I went to my first local venue show tonight!

People always expect me to be someone who frequents local venues since I run a “punk” blog (more like alt culture) but I honestly don’t

I always just made excuses like oh there’s no local venue here oh okay there is well it’s still in the city and I work most Friday nights so I can’t go oh it’s Friday night and I have the day off well this is the only day off this week I get I don’t want to drive all the way back out to the city-

ENOUGH! Enough excuses from me! So I pushed past the SEVERE anxiety I had all fucking day and made myself GET DRESSED and GET IN THE CAR and DRIVE TO THE CITY and GO.

The opening band was late so we were sitting around for the first hour which was super anxiety inducing but shocker once the bands started to play I *gasp* had a good time.

I lasted about 5 seconds in the push pit before ending up on the floor in the corner reaching up to a goth couple behind me begging them to please help me up like I was opening my arms up to the sky to pray to God

Noticed someone’s phone on the floor and went lol that sucks and then realized it was mine and by that point it was gone and I was like lol oh well I’m sure the same goth couple picked it up and went back into the pit and thankfully they had along with my keys.

Being me, there was a girl sitting on the bench behind me so for the rest of the night instead of heading back into the pit I just covered her and made sure that she was okay

At the end of the night I got added to a group chat of a bunch of other alt people in the city? All it took was one night and I have a friend group now apparently. See kids, if I can do it, you can do it too.

Anyway I volunteered to cover my coworker’s shift next Friday night so if there’s another show I won’t be attending (also have to work tomorrow so can’t go to tomorrow night’s show) but if there’s another show the Friday after that I’ll probably head back.

[jadedrrose]

The Silent Reaver - Ch. Two

You spend the next day preparing for your mission, thinking about the endless possibilities for when you reunite with Law.

Other Chapters Can Be Found Here

Warnings: mentions of weapons, also spoilers for Punk Hazard/Dressrosa, if you’re not there yet. I hope there are no mistakes hahalol

Two days wasn’t much time to prepare for an entire mission that required you leaving Dressrosa for the next foreseeable future.

You spent most of your first day pondering over how you’d deal with things. You had to go over every possibility, thinking things through from the start and accounting for anything that could go wrong. How would you make your entrance? Silently sneak inside the supposedly abandoned laboratory, not alerting anybody to your presence until you felt ready? Or would you need to announce to at least- what was his name? Something C… reminded me of salad? Oh! -Caesar Clown that you’d arrived? Or just make it known to everybody on the island that you were now there too? 

That sounded foolish. The best option in your mind was to quietly get inside, get a look at things before talking to Caesar. Then you had to consider that Law was there, most likely also sneaking around, searching for whatever he was looking for. Something about a substance called S-A-D? Regardless, if you wanted to try avoiding him at the beginning, you would have to be very careful; knowing what the pirate was capable of.

Your guilty pleasure for the last couple years had been keeping intel on him. Almost nobody knew about this secret, Baby 5 and Violet being the only two people to have knowledge about it. Violet was always kind toward you and you had no doubt that your secret would always be safe with her. Baby 5, on the other hand, you had to do a little bribing to keep her silent after she’d caught you sneaking off with a wanted poster last year. She was easily convinced though, always wanting to please everyone around her.

You’d always felt so shameful about it though. Even if you excuse your actions by telling yourself that this was simple research should he ever plan something against your family, deep down you knew that the childish feelings you still felt toward him all these years later was the real reason. His two most recent wanted posters were kept on your desk, along with any newspapers that mentioned him. The one announcing his Warlord status, the Rocky Port Incident paper, anything you could find. Everything that served as a reminder that the boy you’d loved thirteen years ago was still alive and thriving as a man now.

Knowing your feelings would rise through the barrier within your mind as soon as you saw him again was bothering you, truthfully. It would make your task incredibly difficult. Especially if I have to kill him…

That thought alone brought tears to your eyes. You’d watched as he struggled with knowing he’d be dead within two years. Watched as Corazon whisked him away from Doflamingo’s cruel hands and saved his life. Even if you were younger then, you still realized how significant that was to Law. And for you to be the one to take all of that away from him?

You hadn’t realized you’d started crying, feeling your knees growing weak and body heavy, you gracefully fell to the cold stone floor, letting your hands cover your face as you cried into them. You didn’t want to kill Law. You couldn’t.

A sharp knock on the door ripped you away from the terror on your mind. You rose to your feet, wiping away the tears and taking in a deep breath as you cracked it open, getting a glimpse at who was on the other side.

All you could see was slivers of a white dress and dark curly hair, but you knew right away that it was Violet- no, Viola. She’d recently requested that you specifically could call her by her true name, as she was one of the few who knew your’s.

“Y/n, are you alright? I heard crying, and became worried…”

You opened the door up more, enough so that she’d be able to slip inside. As soon as she was, you shut the door quickly and felt her arms wrap around you, being pulled into a warm and comforting embrace.

“I’m sorry… was I being that loud?” You started to apologize, “I shouldn’t have been, I must’ve scared-”

“Shh, don’t worry about it. I heard about your mission and figured it would be difficult for you, so I came down this way. I suppose I was correct about it being difficult, though.”

You nodded, pulling away from the hug. “I’m just worried about meeting him again…”

Viola gave you a warm smile, taking your hand to sit you down on your bed. She took a spot next to you, and allowed her hand to rest on top of yours, her thumb rubbing sweet circles into your skin. “Well, I never met him so there isn’t much I can say about him. But based on what you’ve told me, I think he’d be understanding of your situation… should you decide to switch sides.”

You gasped, looking at the woman beside you with wide eyes. “Viola! Don’t even joke about that, you know I can’t leave this family.”

She let out a light-hearted chuckle, shaking her head and closing her eyes for a very brief moment, all before looking back at you. “Y/n. I know how you feel about him, and you know that I know that you and I aren’t happy with our situation. Not only would I not judge you, I’d keep you covered so that the young master doesn’t find out.”

“You mean that?” you wondered, folding your hands in your lap and looking down. “You’d be okay if I… left?” 

She nodded, a smile spreading across her toned skin. “Of course.”

You hummed, before shrugging. “Well, I can’t say for certain that I want to… but it’s nice knowing you’d have my back.”

“Sure thing. So… what are you most worried about?” she asked, crossing her legs and leaning back on her arms.

“I dunno,” you answered honestly. “I’m scared of meeting him, since I don’t know how he’ll react… let alone how I will.”

“Hmm, let’s think it through, then? Let’s say he’s shocked, but happy.”

You scoffed, a light laugh escaping your lips, “I don’t think I’d be able to tell if he were happy. Law didn’t ever look happy.”

Viola rolled her eyes, “Okay… then how about all signs point to him being happy. What would you do then?”

You really didn’t know what to say to that. What would you do? What if he didn’t even recognize you? Or if any mutual feelings were gone, so you would then be stuck in a weird one-sided love? Or going down an entirely different route, what if he hated you?

“I g-guess… I’d just try talking to him… normally?”

Viola nodded, crossing her arms and sitting up now, “And maybe he’s upset?”

“If he were upset, then I’d probably just cry,” you huffed, moving to lean your head on your arms. “Because it would mean I’d have to kill him.”

“Not necessarily,” Viola disagreed, “You could just… not complete the mission?”

“And then what? Never return? We both know Monet is already there supervising things for the SMILEs. She’d call someone to get me.”

“I think, based on the information I know, that Law would understand your situation and help you. He’d be more upset with Doflamingo than with you.”

“I don’t know that for sure, so how can you? You’ve never met him.”

Viola just laughed, though, giving you a charming grin. “Y/n… You’re overthinking things.”

–

And overthink things you did, indeed. After that conversation, your mind just continued to spiral down all possible scenarios. Evening came and went, and soon, you realized you only had a few hours to pack and then sleep before departing for Punk Hazard.

There wasn’t room to bring much with you. You packed a couple outfits, non-perishable snacks and other necessities. You were thankful that all of your artillery could be worn so that you wouldn’t have to compromise space in your bag for them. 

Looking over your room, you scanned each and every object for anything that you might need, or perhaps want while away. 

Your eyes ended up landing on a particular drawer of your desk, one that you rarely ever opened. Memories flooded back into your mind as you thought of what resided in the drawer, and with a deep breath, you gathered your strength to open it.

Two items lay against the wood of the drawer’s interior. Two pieces of jewelry, both having significant meaning to you. A locket necklace, and a hand-crafted one made from junk. 

The locket had been from your mother before she died. Inside of it was a tiny photograph of your family, huddled up beneath a tree on a nice summer evening. It was the one item you had when you were adopted into your current family.

The other piece, the necklace made from junk, held a different meaning. With delicate hands, you picked it up and held it in your palm, looking it over as a small smile broke out on your lips. You fondly remembered the day it was given to you.

—

It had been a few days before Law disappeared along with Corazon. You’d been sitting by yourself, mindlessly playing with a pistol. Considering much of Spider Miles consisted of scraps and other junk, nobody ever cared that you’d been using things as your targets for practicing your aim. 

You loaded the gun before putting your hands in position, taking aim at a large pipe that you’d stuck a piece of paper to. On the paper was a poorly drawn face, meant to be your ‘victim’ for practice. You shot once, missing the eyes that hardly resemble real ones by a couple inches. Swearing, you mentally scold yourself for not hitting between the eyes. You get ready to shoot again, but were quickly stopped by someone approaching from behind.

“Y/n.”

You felt yourself freeze, a strange warmth overtaking your body as you lowered the gun. Slowly, you turned to greet the person who’d interrupted your training. 

“Law?” Your heart beat faster as you said his name, and you felt as though you were going to puke. What an odd feeling it was.

“I… have something for you,” the boy meekly informed you, holding out something wrapped in an old piece of paper. 

You approached him, taking the supposed gift out of his hands with the one that wasn’t holding your gun. Realizing you needed both hands, you quickly set the gun down on a crate nearby. Unwrapping it, a necklace made out of scraps was revealed to you. For someone who had virtually no necklace-making skills, it looked nice. There were two chains connected together, one silver and one gold. You figured he hadn’t been able to find just one that was long enough. On the end of it were some gemstone pieces clearly taken from smashed items, all strung together with some wire.

“A necklace?” You breathed, shyly looking up at Law.

He nodded, scratching the back of his neck as he started explaining. “The other day when you told me about your locket… I decided to make it. Since you like necklaces, I guess…”

You smiled, appreciating his effort to make you something. “Thank you… I love it,” you expressed your gratitude, putting it around your neck. “How’s it look?”

The way Law looked at you had your strange feelings intensifying, your stomach feeling like it was doing backflips within you. His ears were tinted red now, the only thing giving away what he really felt. “It’s nice… you look pr- it looks… pretty.”

You giggled, taking a step forward to hug your companion. 

—

A thought came to you, allowing you to zone back in as the memory faded out. If Law cared for you enough to make you a necklace back then, did you really have any reason to doubt that he’d welcome reuniting with you? Looking back on it as an adult, it was quite obvious the little crushes you’d both had for each other was a mutual thing. Perhaps now he wouldn’t feel that way, but there was no reason for him to have ill intentions toward you. That gave your mind some ease, at the very least.

Deciding that you wanted to take it with you, you put the necklace around your neck while your locket went inside your bag, as you were afraid of it being damaged from wear. 

In the small vanity mirror on your desk, you looked it over and your smile couldn’t help but grow a bit. Yes, it did kind of look like shit, but that’s what made it so special. It was made from garbage into something beautiful for you, and could you really expect a twelve year-old boy to be capable of gathering expensive materials to make you something fancy-looking?

Your eyes then trailed away from your reflection in the mirror down to the wanted poster still laid out on your desk. A part of you couldn’t believe that the boy you’d had a crush on as a preteen had grown to be the man in the photo; that he was the same person who’d liked you enough to make you a necklace, just because he’d felt like it.

What would you do when meeting him again? It was a thought that plagued your mind repeatedly all day long, to a point that you were certain you’d be dreaming about it tonight. That was, if you were even able to sleep, feeling so nervous that you couldn’t be sure if sleeping was doable at the moment.

But your body said otherwise, as you let out a yawn, feeling tired despite your mind that ran wild with thought, awake as ever. You stretched and looked over your belongings one more time, before deciding you had everything you needed. With another yawn, you fell backwards into your bed, curling up underneath the warm covers and, to your surprise, fell asleep with ease.